My life reads like the classifieds
Pages of what's for sale what's on the auction block
Attention bidders It's Lot 45
He's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes
So take him home for just $995
He'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this
when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points
The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun
And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart
Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood paper
and all my family and friends that still care
Did you buy what I sold and did you feel what I told you
I hope that you still do Will you promise yourself, that this isn't all we've got
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart